My mind wanders a lot these days. Today I was texting with one of the greatest people I know and my mind was off on a whole new tangent.
She's infertile. A cancer scare robbed her of her "parts" well before 35. She is the most amazing aunt in the world to her niece and nephew. She never misses an event, she takes them out all the time and celebrates every milestone with them. She loves them so well.
Then there's my adopted family member. She's had miscarriages and she's infertile. She scooped in and saved Heidi and I after Mom died. She makes you feel like the most spoiled and loved people in the world. She loves us so well.
Then there's my previous coworker. She's infertile. Her sister committed suicide and she's stepped in to love her niece and nephew and help show them what real love is. She loves them well.
So my mind wanders to the questions, does infertility change you and make you value children that much more? Or does God decide to make you infertile so you're available to love those who need loved?
Right now, I avoid kids. Last night I got ambushed at a dinner party where there were 5, yes FIVE kids under 3 years old. For some crazy reason I volunteered to hold a newborn so her mom could eat. I won't ever pretend that I didn't contemplate making a stab at kidnapping.
I'll never understand God's ways....but it definitely gives me something to think about. I just pray that if the time comes, I can love like these three amazing women have.
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